Poor Blake. Yesterday he not only had a long day alone with me at work, but also suffered through a post-work errand to the plant store, where I bought some annuals, including tomatoes. So when I came home, I gave him dinner but then brought him outside, where he had to stay in his cage some more.
In the pots on the porch columns I put red flowering tobacco, Crayola violet-red pansies, white snapdragons, violet petunias, and, new to me, bacopa, with lots of small lavender flowers. I watered all the newlings again and observed new growth on the Agastache x blue fortune (planted 16 April) and the lack of death in everything planted since then. (I had already noticed the death of the Salvia dorrii, about which I must call HCG.) In back I planted several varieties of tomatoes in the north frame and a couple of cucumbers at the far (east) end of the south fence. I have another tomato to put in a patio pot and some basil to plant, but that's for later, because by this time, sunset, Blake had had quite enough, thank you.
We went in and showered and ate peanut butter toast and read, not Saramago but a reread of a trashy novel. Luxury.